Paris Love Affair

Paris was on strike, but I didn’t mind. It was raining most of the time, but I didn’t mind. The sky was grey, but I didn’t mind. My feet tried to commit suicide, but I just went on walking. I was in love. I stayed for a few days only, but I had more than enough time to fall in love with this beautiful town. And its restaurants. And now that I’m back, I feel like Paris has left me, like it’s the end of a big love affair, the love of my life has left me for some other tourist, younger and more handsome probably… I’m in hell. There must be a support group for people like me, Paris Withdrawal Syndrome Sufferers Anonymous or something like that…

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